BELLOW, Saul. Dangling Man. London: John Lehmann. 1946. Thin 8vo. First British edition, first printing. Publisher’s bright yellow cloth lettered in brown to the spine, in the sumptuous dust jacket designed by Robert Medley. A very good or better copy, the cloth unusually bright and clean, the binding tight and very gently rolled. A few faint spots to the closed textblock edges, with one or two singular marks within else fine, with small ink ownership inscription to front endpaper obscured by the front flap, with the first twenty or so pages gently creased—a production issue, minor. The dust jacket unclipped (8s 6d net), a couple of minor closed tears and trivial marks, but bright and sharp, unusually so.
Bellow’s first book, originally published in the US two years prior. Told in diary form, Joseph quits his job and awaits his introduction into the US Army during the Second World War, meanwhile battling his existential angst and the pitfalls of modern living. Though weaker than his later masterpieces like The Adventures of Augie March, this is far from juvenilia. This first British edition considerably more desirable for that wonderful Robert Medley jacket, one of a small handful of such commissions in this medium.
BELLOW, Saul. Dangling Man. London: John Lehmann. 1946. Thin 8vo. First British edition, first printing. Publisher’s bright yellow cloth lettered in brown to the spine, in the sumptuous dust jacket designed by Robert Medley. A very good or better copy, the cloth unusually bright and clean, the binding tight and very gently rolled. A few faint spots to the closed textblock edges, with one or two singular marks within else fine, with small ink ownership inscription to front endpaper obscured by the front flap, with the first twenty or so pages gently creased—a production issue, minor. The dust jacket unclipped (8s 6d net), a couple of minor closed tears and trivial marks, but bright and sharp, unusually so.
Bellow’s first book, originally published in the US two years prior. Told in diary form, Joseph quits his job and awaits his introduction into the US Army during the Second World War, meanwhile battling his existential angst and the pitfalls of modern living. Though weaker than his later masterpieces like The Adventures of Augie March, this is far from juvenilia. This first British edition considerably more desirable for that wonderful Robert Medley jacket, one of a small handful of such commissions in this medium.
